Harvesting the rolling meadows of roses until I see how all life perishes Their faces turn pale as the night that´s how I became sick of the light as in another age So I fell myself in another time From my false desires of hope Tired of living, sick of the light I sank down, towards the night, towards the shadow with my frozen shroud, for all eternity.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
